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Psalm 93:1,2,5 The Lord reigneth He is clothed with majesty He is clothed with strength wherewith he hath girded himself The world also is stablished that it cannot be moved Thy throne is established of old Thy testimonies are very sure Holiness becometh thine house O Lord, for ever
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WITH WHITE GENTLE PEACE With white gentle peace Throughout the land And solemnity all around How blessed we are To have a savior Go with us In the new year Forthcoming How blest we are How blest we are (Written on January 29,2016) with revisions made on February 20, 2022) DON'T PLAN SATURDAY This past evening, Donna and I were discussing all the numerous activities our family was planning to participate in, come Saturday. The more we planned, the more it dawned on us that it was not too wise, to plan too much, too far in the future. Far too often, if we plan too much ahead, then we worry too much about how we'll get it all done in the time allowed. And, we get tired just thinking about how tired we'll be after the day is done. We are learning, although slowly at times, to live well, today and...let Saturday take care of itself. PSALM 92:1,2,5,8,12,13 It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord and to sing his praises unto thy name, O, most High To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfullness every night O, Lord, how great art thy works and thy thoughts are very deep But thou, Lord, art most high for evermore The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree He shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts O our God THE LAST BABY (1977) Every year, newspapers and magazines across our land sport pictures and stories about the first baby to be born in the New Year. Prizes are often awarded to the young child and his or her beaming parents. And, rightfully, congratulations become the order of the day. But, in the this New Year, we would like to congratulate that baby boy or girl that was the last to be born in 1977. For you, in essence and in actuality became the last best hope of the old year. You have a heavy responsibility for one so young. You just may salvage this old year for the good. Future generations may look back to 1977 and say. "Well, '77 wasn't all bad. After all, look who was born on December thirty-first!" (Well, here we are, thirty-eight years later. How have things turned out for you so far? We hope life has treated you well.) SHORT PEOPLE "You know honey." said we to our wife, "We can't understand why so many people are getting so up-tight over that new record out about short people." "Maybe they're short-sighted," said our wife as she began mixing the dough for some short-bread. "how come your're home so early?" "We took a short cut. We jogged home." "I thought you sounded a little short of breath. Sort of short-winded...that's what happens when you hit middle age. When we were married, you were short and pleasingly plump." "Let's eat, we're hungry." "Well, go wash your hands, they're filthy." "Guess next you'll be telling us our toes look funny, too?" "Oh no, in fact, we only wish your nose was as cute as your toes." "Listen...dear! Perhaps we should change the subject or cut this conversation, er, uh, short. You know how short-tempered we can get." "All right, dear...Are you going to play softball for the church team this year?" "We suppose so." "What position?" "Er...Short Stop" PSALM 91:1,2,4,5,11, He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress My God. In him will I trust He shall cover thee with his feathers and under his wings shalt thou trust His truth shall be thy shield and buckler Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night nor for the arrow that flieth by day For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways GOLDIE AND TRIXIE Please don't think we're too overly senti- mental. But, we think their story ought to be told. They were both pre-Christmas specials. And, economically, old daddy Scrooge couldn't complain too, too much. For after all, they only cost twenty-nine cents each. But, when Tammy Lee came home hold- ing them in their transparent bag of water, those two goldfish might as well have been the most expensive and exquisite fish in captivity. Goldie and Trixie's life span was shorter than we hoped. (We had hoped they would survive through the Christmas holidays. But, it was not to be.) Tammy took their deaths rather stoically, but we suspect she felt the loss in her heart. And her loss became our loss, and her hurt, our hurt. Cheap you say. Only twenty-nine cents. Why, Goldie and Trixie, your worth is immeasurably. Like fleeting rainbows, ice-cicles, and scamp- ering pawns, you brought a little Christmas into our home early this year. (Last article of 1977) BE A FRIEND Wrote Mary A. Lorberg, "If only all the hands that reach...could touch." Oh Father let us Who've been reaching So very long Begin to touch Let us touch The Master's garb And worship thee In holy adoration And having touched And having been touched May we touch others And be a friend To man and God THE YEAR JUST AHEAD There're brilliant canvases to be hung And new songs to be sung There's daily tasks to be done And glorious victories to be won In the year just ahead. There're old sins to be forsaken And reaching hands to be shaken There're steep mountains to be climbed And terse poems to be rhymed In the year just ahead. There're marvelous visions to be revealed And wounded souls to be healed There're accomplishments to be measured And family moments to be treasured In the year just ahead. There're prayers to be said And hungry children to be fed There're sheep to be shepherded And little lambs to be led In the year just ahead. |
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